Creative Writing

Column: Marvels of deep sea fishing

Column: Marvels of deep sea fishing

Five in the morning, walking along the Alaskan pier to meet my captain for the day. The cold temperature made my lips numb and my hands shiver. It was the complete opposite of what it was like in my hometown, California. California is known for its warm and stable...

Poem: The Climbing Tree

Poem: The Climbing Tree

Branches of brawn  Leaves of lust Soft skin on softer moss   Growing limbs  Reaching higher  A playground for the mind   Then green turns gray And to the cradle they return Once saplings, only ash

Column: Solace in the caffeinated drink

Column: Solace in the caffeinated drink

Upon first entrance, one may be slightly overwhelmed with the heavy aroma of crushed coffee beans and hints of vanilla and mocha dampening the warm air. The soft yellow glow descending from the ceiling lights offer little illumination for students who settle...

Poem: Passing Period

Poem: Passing Period

Lonely halls, mundane walls, I see you every day. Bump in passing, no true asking; Never much to say   Same is said of You and me; Two functions that coexist, But never stray that time of day Or venture from the flock   Quick "hi" in passing, no true asking...

Poem Short Story: The gemini’s dump truck rumble 

Poem Short Story: The gemini’s dump truck rumble 

The thunderous whirring of a thousand metals Clacking into a chunky fluid sphere Giant abominations of crusted shards emanating a dusky glow Jagged eyes glare, squinting  Close her eyes — Look down — a tire burn burned millimeters from her open-toed flip flops lashes...

Poem: Midnight Dreams

Poem: Midnight Dreams

I sit in the quiet library and listen To the tepid ticking of the large grandfather clock And the gentle scratches of pencil meeting paper.   A familiar tune drifts through the room and I hum along. Dropping my pencil, I lean back in my chair, and a sudden wind...

Poem: The Hypocrite

Poem: The Hypocrite

You tell me to be myself, Yet you try to fix my every flaw. You tell me not to do anything bad, Yet I see you breaking your own law.   You tell me to change the world, Yet you do nothing yourself. You tell me to use my skills for good, Yet your talents lie on a...

Column: How technology will be a detriment to society: A Monologue

Short story: The Cage

  Tania With nothing but a couple of belongings in her hand, a cerulean color diary, and her favorite stuffed animal, a pink and white-colored giraffe that her grandmother gave her a few years ago, 10-year-old Tania boards a plane with her mother, father, and...

Poem: Rushing Voices

Poem: Rushing Voices

Spilling out from every crevice of society Dark red tendrils choking the necks of the Black and the Brown, Of the Indigenous, of the Latinx, of the folx who are Transgender   And I’m screaming, my voice hoarse and until the white fist renders Me useless  ...